Chapter 44: Fighting Sword Demons
Sheng Nanqiao laughed angrily, with a low pant in his throat, and said: "Wu Xiaohai, you are very good at quibbling and knowing how to shirk the trick, but today you can't change the fait accompli, and you can't shirk your responsibility!"
No regrets are ready to fight to the death, but his mood has calmed down, but he can't see blood with a knife, but it's just a matter of life, to put it bluntly, there is nothing to be vague about, he relaxed the tight skin on his face, and was able to talk eloquently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Seniors, from the moment I entered the door, I showed the purpose of coming, thanks to the seniors, I am very grateful, under the decision of the house, first let the young and young replace the seniors to go out, I am fortunate to have a small victory. Following the unrelated Xin senior's aggressive battle, this is a bit too much to say, it can be regarded as a test, Da Shao tried, and then Xin senior, two reincarnations, isn't it too much? Although I agree that Xin seniors will take over the first game, Da Shao will not take the lead, Da Shao has gone down, Xin seniors should not fight twice, now I'm - the completion of the teaching, the seniors followed the battle, and even more one of the faults is not on my hat buttoned on my head, which is straight, the seniors naturally know ...... in their hearts."
Of course, Sheng Nanqiao knows it, but now, not only to protect his name, but also to protect his friends, no matter what the merits are, he can't care about it.
His posture was gloomy, and he said in a stiff tone: "Anyway, Wu Xiaohai, you are the culprit of all these disasters, and you are the initiator, so in addition to comparing skills and arts, we must both put on our heads, whether it is blood or life, and look at each other's creation!"
No regrets smiled coldly and said, "Senior, you forced me to do this, not my intention."
Sheng Nanqiao said coldly: "If your ability is good enough, this should be right in the middle, in addition to frustrating me, you can still bring some commemorative achievements back, and it will also be good to fulfill your prestige in the rivers and lakes."
The enemy's dry lips were opposed, and he said without regrets: "The younger generation has taught ......."
Sheng Nanqiao took a diagonal step, just took such a step, the long sword that was bright and cold had changed out of nowhere, he shook it casually, and it spread out a wave arc like ripples in the water, and the sword was in his hand, as if he could sway out thousands of fires and thousands of forest springs at will!
Swallowing his saliva again, Wu regret looked a little nervous, his long knife was raised to his chest, his eyes did not dare to stare at the other party for a moment, and he even held his breath.
Sheng Nanqiao held the sword quietly, standing still, his attitude was leisurely and serene, but in that kind of posture that was not arrogant, he exuded a strong and cool atmosphere.
The faint floral fragrance is still there, and the surrounding scenery is soft, but there is no longer the taste of peace and mutual understanding that was nurtured before......
On the eve of this imminent waiting, he seemed to hear his heartbeat, the sound of blood rushing in his body, and even, he could sense the cry in his heart, the trembling of the long knife in his hand, the long knife seemed to be whispering to him, and the murmuring soothed his palpitating emotions.
The palms of his hands were sweating, and the five-knuckle joints of the knife were protruding and faintly white, and the handle of the knife seemed to reveal a soft warmth in the cold and hard, and the warmth was transmitted into his body, and the man and the knife seemed to be connected.
Sheng Nanqiao still didn't move, still standing calmly in place, as if waiting for something.
What are you waiting for?
Pondering without regret, he breathed out slowly and carefully.
The sword came, and it was originally pointed at the lower abdomen of No Regrets.
No regrets pointed, three feet back, the Seven Tiger Sword Method was immediately revealed!
Block the sword with a sword.
Sheng Nanqiao didn't dodge at all, his long sword showed off as if carving all kinds of crystals in the void, there were rows of diamond diamonds, there were round arc moons, there were sweeping star horns, and there were also arrow-like rains, these swirling crystals were facing the blade flow of the unrepentant Fengshan blade, with the cold sparks that burst out and scattered.
Sheng Nanqiao attacked and advanced, without regret but retreated seven steps away.
Xin Huitian, who was watching the battle with an injury, couldn't help but cheer loudly: "Good!"
Although the two brothers of Shengcang and Shenglang did not dare to shout casually, they couldn't help but be overjoyed and refreshed.
So, the first move of the Heavenly Sword stunt without regrets followed closely, and the sixteen rainbow lights were like sixteen long rivers that broke the embankment, the angry waves were rushing, gathering and scattering, and the blue light seemed to cover the heaven and the earth.
Sheng Nanqiao did not plan to retreat, the long sword rolled up like a cloud in an instant, the blade flashed like a belt, and the thick and bright color was stacked to meet the sky, and the sound of wind and thunder was hidden in the clouds for nine days, the fierceness of the momentum, and the depth of the strength was simply incomparable.
The figure of No Regrets couldn't help shaking, his steps were slanted, the long knife in his hand was bouncing and swaying, it seemed that he could fly away at any time, he gasped for breath, this kind of weather, he was actually sweating through his heavy robe!
Xin Huitian clapped his hands violently and shouted: "One more blow, big brother, that is, save a hundred years of worries!"
The Sheng brothers were even more excited, Sheng Cang was barely calm, but his face was full of joy, Sheng Lang almost danced with his hands, and he was almost forgetful.
So, Sheng Nanqiao's footwork suddenly changed, and he rotated around without regrets with indescribable speed, because his movements were too fast, it seemed as if it was just a blurry shadow spinning, and it seemed that dozens of figures were ringing, just in such a loop, the knife flashed, like a rainstorm and snow!
This style of swordsmanship, is Sheng Nanqiao's most exquisite stunt killing, called a thousand souls, since the move, to not miss, although not enough thousand souls, but also buried a lot of living people!
Of course, Sheng Fuqiao no longer intends to let this challenger go back alive, he wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, once it is a hundred, under the display of a thousand souls, why do you care about adding a wisp of unjust souls?
I was immersed in the scene without regrets, and suddenly realized that people were not talking about playing, this time, I really wanted his life!
Under the ghostly and fleeting shadows, in the convergence of sharp rays from all directions, he stood still without regret, concentrated all his gods, all his will, and then gathered all his strength into his arms, from both arms to the blade of the sword, and especially with all his prayers, he stabbed out in pieces.
Like a huge thunderbolt that fell from the dome and opened the sky, like a touch of enlightening and unfolding and illuminating the soul, it was more like a curse of retribution, the flame of extinction before the creation roared in an instant, stabbed out, the wind and clouds changed, and the earth shook the mountains!
The first move of the Heavenly Sword stunt reproduces, the Heavenly Sword stunt is the ancient inheritance of the knife method, every move is earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, of course, it must also be decided according to the internal force of the caster, no regrets Twenty years of internal strength, compared to Sheng Nanqiao is far worse.
He's short of time!